All Chapters of The Hockey Star Who Ruined Me : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21 Noah Boulevard Heat crept up my chest, my grip tightening on the spoon I was holding as my eyes swept over her body, memories of years ago clawed back into my mind. The way those long straight legs curled around me that night… the way those fingers dug into my back… the way those small lips made my body heat up by every touch that night. It was an unforgettable night, and now that she was standing here, looking so sexy in that shirt, I couldn't help this feeling… This burning desire that has been eating into my soul ever since she came back. “Wh…what are you staring at?” She stuttered covering her thighs with her hands. “My eyes are up here.” She added coldly, dragging my eyes up to her face. “Stop staring at me like that.” She muttered. “You look so gorgeous in that shirt that you had my eyes hooked on you.” I said, resisting the urge to add 'just like eight years ago'. She might get mad at me if I did. Her cheeks flushed, but she quickly masked it with a

Chapter 23 Vivianne Sinclair I pulled up at the restaurant. The same one Scott and I went a few days ago. I liked their food, so I think Noah might like it too. “Didn't know such a place exists…” Noah said as he pulled out a chair to sit. “Yeah… Scott brought me here days ago. Their food is really nice here. You'll enjoy it.” I saw his eyes flicker with anger for a moment, then he subtly nodded without saying a word. Jealous? No way! “Do you like something spicy? That's what we had last time when we came here.” I blurted out, and he scoffed. “No, thanks. I'll pass.” Oops! I shouldn't have mentioned that. “Waiter!” He called out, and a young slim lady walked over to us, her face brightened with a smile once she noticed Noah. “Oh, my God! Is that really you, Noah? Noah Boulevard?” She gasped, covering her mouth, her eyes widened… as if she'd just seen a celebrity. ‘What are you saying, Vivianne? Noah is an award winning hockey player. He's known everywhere. Of

Chapter 25 Vivianne Sinclair I stood before the mirror, eyes scanning my reflection. “He's got a great taste.” I muttered, checking out how perfect the red dress looked on me. It was one of the dresses Noah got me yesterday. Whoever said ‘you can never go wrong with a red dress’ is definitely right, because fuck! It's always beautiful. I picked up my handbag from the bed before stepping out of the room. My heels clicked against the floor as I descended the staircase, but the pounding in my heart was louder… I heard it clearly. For a second, I thought of going back inside to change, but before I could decide, Noah came into view. His face brightened, and a smile curled his lips as his eyes swept over me. “Hey, lady in a red dress… Good morning.” He teased me, his eyes didn't leave mine. It felt as though he was stripping me with his eyes, and I fucking loved that. “Yeah, good morning.” I replied casually, avoiding his gaze. “You look gorgeous. I think I just fe

Chapter 27 Vivianne Sinclair “Are you sure you're fine?” Noah asked for the umpteenth time as he drove me home. I had bruised my elbow when I fell earlier. “Yeah, I'm fine.” I stared out through the window, my head resting on the headrest, and my cheeks burning hot with smiles as memories of earlier replayed in my head. That was one hella crazy moment. “Shall we grab lunch together?” He glanced at me, and as if my stomach was waiting for that, it grumbled loud enough for him to hear. “I guess that's a yes.” Sighs. Yeah, I'm hungry. Noah drove us to the restaurant. The most popular five-star restaurant in the city. I heard only wealthy people patronise them here. “We could've gone somewhere else. This place looks expensive.” I muttered as we stepped into the restaurant. My eyes swept around. Two chairs were arranged around each table, with white tablecloth on, and a flower vase each. What if his dad really succeeds in screwing him over? How will he survive?

Chapter 29 Vivianne Sinclair A smile curled my lips, eyes locked on Noah as he sat on the bench in the arena, fixing his skate. Heat pooled below my stomach as memories of last night clawed back into my mind. He lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting mine briefly, and his face softened, but I quickly looked away even before he could smile at me. “You should tell him if you like him.” A familiar voice echoed behind me, and my heart skipped. Scott! I turned to him, pressing a hand against my chest. He smirked. “Did I startle you?” I rolled my eyes. He chuckled. “Sorry about that…” “You kept staring at Noah. Do you like him?” I huffed. “No way! I don't like him!” "Do you love him then?" "No, I don't..." I said, my voice almost soft. His brows knitted together. “Your eyes said otherwise though.” Fucking hell! My eyes again? Ugh! I hate how they always sell me out. I can't even lie peacefully? Ugh! Annoying. But wait! Do I really love Noah? Hell no! How could